Chapter 607
The handwriting might have been forged, but her appearance couldn’t be faked. So no matter how Melody argued, she couldn’t change the confession and surveillance footage that day. There was no doubt that it was Melody herself.
In just two short days, the final judgment from the court was handed down..
The murderer, Melody, was sentenced to death for intentional murder, kidnapping, and extortion, with multiple charges to be served consecutively. The sentence would be carried out in three days.
When the verdict was announced, Jade’s parents sat in the audience, their tightly wound nerves finally relaxing, and the couple wept with relief.
They had waited for this day, and it had finally come.
The death sentence was deserved. The murderer got what she deserved!
Of course, Melody refused to accept the verdict. She attempted to file appeals several times, arguing her actions and innocence, but all her efforts were crushed.
After a whole day of struggle with no results, Melody realized she was done.
This time, there was no Jansen to take the fall for her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of a way out.
Tiffany’s move had been ruthless. She had blocked every escape route, leaving no chance for Melody to avoid the consequences.
In the dimly lit prison cell, Melody’s face shifted between expressions, and the hatred within her slowly began to seep out.
She refused to give up. She had to find a way to shake off this guilt.
After many anxious thoughts, Melody’s gaze landed on the barely noticeable camera above her head. An idea began to form, and she shouted toward the outside of the cell, “I want to see Tiffany! I want to see her!”
If Tiffany agreed to visit the prison, and if Melody could somehow trick her into admitting that it wasn’t her who confessed, but rather Wilma inhabiting her body at the time, all her charges would be cleared.
The camera would record and capture everything. This was her last chance to escape.
She shouted, “I want to see Tiffany! I want to see Tiffany!”
When Tiffany received the news from the prison, it was already 11 pm.
It was late, and visitation wouldn’t be allowed at such an hour. However, Melody’s case was somewhat special.
With her execution scheduled for the day after tomorrow, the warden had thought it over before calling to inform her that Melody was insistent on meeting her.
Since that was the case, she would go.
Tiffany slowly put on her coat and prepared to leave, but June shook her head. Her face was full of disapproval. “Miss Kelley, don’t go.”
Tiffany replied, “It’s fine.”
June asked, “But what if that woman has malicious intentions and comes up with some nasty scheme to trick you?”
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June was still worried, but she watched Tiffany turn around. Under the refracted light of the crystal chandelier, Tiffany stood gracefully. Her beauty was undeniable, making one’s heart race
Her face appeared so sweet and enchanting, yet in her bright, dazzling eyes lay a sharpness that was boundless.
Tiffany said, “I want her to scheme with her best effort. Because that way, she’ll be even more disappointed.”
If she was going to send someone to hell, she would do it thoroughly.
Tiffany would make sure Melody could never rise again.
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In the prison, Tiffany walked into the dimly lit cell, escorted by a prison guard,
Since Melody was a death row inmate, soon to be executed, there was only her in the cell.
Tiffany looked around. It was simple, with just a bed, a basin, a toothbrush and towel, and a toilet.
June, who followed behind, immediately brought in a chair. After Tiffany sat down, she smiled at the prison guard. “Thank you, you can leave now. I’d like to speak with her alone.”
“Sure.” the guard nodded and left.
June glanced at Tiffany, and upon her signal, also exited the room.
The surroundings became quiet.
Tiffany then turned her attention to Melody, shackled to the iron bed.
Once a brilliant talent in the public eye, now reduced to a prisoner in a jumpsuit. Her hair was unkempt, and she was in a pathetic state.
Noticing Tiffany’s gaze, Melody sneered. “Tiffany, are you happy now?”
Tiffany responded truthfully, “It’s alright.”
Melody seemed taken aback by the bluntness. Her frustration made the handcuffs clink against the bed.
Melody didn’t need to be shackled in this small cell. But since Tiffany had agreed to meet her, for her own safety, the guards had specially shackled Melody to the bed.
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That way, even if Melody, a murderer, tried to attack, she wouldn’t be able to harm Tiffany.
Melody’s eyes reflected intense mockery. “You should be proud now. Everywhere you go, people worship you. But me? I’m just someone about to be shot.”
Tiffany nodded, with a smile that seemed almost too kind. “Actually, you should’ve been shot long ago.”
If it hadn’t been for Jansen taking the fall and dying in prison, Melody would’ve been caught much sooner.
At that time, Tiffany chose to take Melody to the mountains under the guise of doing charity on the day Ged was buried. It was because she had intended to kill Melody right then and there, seeking revenge.
But doing so would’ve meant the people who were deceived by Melody would’ve pitied her, and no one would ever know the evil she had done.
To bring justice to all the victims, Melody had to be condemned as a murderer. It was that delay that had allowed Melody to live a little longer.
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Now, it was done.
Tiffany spoke calmly, but Melody became even more agitated. She suddenly jumped from the bed, though the handcuffs pulled her back. Still, she rushed forward, shouting, “Isn’t this your fault?”
Melody screamed, but her eyes secretly glanced at the surveillance camera above her head.
The red light was still blinking, indicating someone was watching everything in the cell from the other side.
Now, if Melody could only manipulate Tiffany into admitting the truth about her confession, she could use that as a valid reason to clear her name.
Taking a deep breath, Melody continued, “You knew the person who confessed wasn’t me, but you still pushed everything along and let it happen.”
She added, “Tiffany, do you dare admit it? Do you dare admit that this was all part of your plan? Do you dare admit that it was you who let Wilma control my body?”
“Do you dare?”
Each word seemed designed to provoke, and every sentence subtly coaxed her.
Melody felt a surge of tension. She feared that Tiffany might deny everything or purposely remain silent.
Unexpectedly, Tiffany smiled and lazily nodded in acknowledgment. “Yeah. I did push things along. I admit it.”
Melody froze for a moment, her pupils dilating as a wave of joy surged through her.
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